Black Jack Road

Two miles past the graveyard near the fork in Black Jack road
 Charles Walker took one final look then slipped out the door
 He left behind a letter addressed to all his kin
 'Said this land is cursed and it'd take a hearse to bring me home again
 And oh, oh, oh
 Oh, man you know those wheels turn slow
 The weeks turned into months and his mother lost all hope
 Then one day a postcard came to the house on Black Jack Road
 It was postmarked California, with one solitary line
 'Said I anticipate better days and I'll send for you in time
 Back in California Charles Walker's luck grew thin
 When he got involved in a poker game with three other desperate men
 Tempers flared and shots rang out, the three men ran away
 Charles Walker fell then someone yelled, "There's an ambulance on the
 way"
 Two miles past the graveyard near the fork in Black Jack road
 A motorcade makes its way past the field where the tall weeds grow
 And in the back seat of a Cadillac, his head resting on his chest
 Charles Walker dreads what lies ahead, they're going to lay his mama to rest
 And he prays for her forgiveness, then in a somber tone
 He utters a curse to that long black hearse that finally brought him home